โหลดเพลง mp3 SICKO MODE (Skrillex Remix) (Skrillex Remix|Explicit) - Travis Scott

SICKO MODE (Skrillex Remix|Explicit) - Travis Scott (特拉维斯·斯科特)/Skrillex (史奇雷克斯)
Lyrics by：Jacques Webster/Mirsad Dervic/Aubrey Graham/Khalif Brown/John Edward Hawkins/Chauncey Hollis/Ozan Yildirim/Rogét Chahayed/Cydel Young/Tim Gomringer/Kevin Gomringer/BryTavious Chambers/Mike Dean/Luther Campbell/Harry Wayne Casey/Richard Finch/Christopher W
Composed by：Jacques Webster/Mirsad Dervic/Aubrey Graham/Khalif Brown/John Edward Hawkins/Chauncey Hollis/Ozan Yildirim/Rogét Chahayed/Cydel Young/Tim Gomringer/Kevin Gomringer/BryTavious Chambers/Mike Dean/Luther Campbell/Harry Wayne Casey/Richard Finch/Christopher W
Produced by：Hit-Boy/OZ/Tay Keith/Cubeatz/Rogét Chahayed
Drake：
Astro yeah
Sun is down freezin' cold
That's how we already know winter's here
My dawg would probably do it for a Louis belt
That's just all he know he don't know nothin' else
I tried to show 'em yeah
I tried to show 'em yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Goin' on you with the pick and roll
Young La Flame he in sicko mode
Travis Scott/The Notorious B.I.G.：
Woo made this here with all the ice on in the booth
At the gate outside when they pull up they get me loose
Yeah Jump Out boys that's Nike boys hoppin' out coupes
This s**t way too big when we pull up give me the loot
Gimme the loot
Was off the Remy had a Papoose
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
Two four hour lockdown we made no moves
Now it's it's 4 AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew
I just landed in Chase B mix this pop like Jamba Juice
Different colored chains think my jeweler really sellin' fruits
And they chokin' man know the crackers wish it was a noose
Big Hawk/Swae Lee：
Some Some Someone said
To win the retreat we all in too deep
Pl Pl Playin' for keeps don't play us for weak
Someone said
To win the retreat we all in too deep
Pl Pl Playin' for keeps don't play us for weak
Travis Scott/Uncle Luke：
Yeah this this s**t way too formal y'all know I don't follow suit
Stacey Dash most of these girls ain't got a clue
All of these h*es I made off records I produced
I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group yeah
Hit my eses I need the bootch yeah
'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo its lit
Told her Hop in you comin' too
In the 305 B*****s treat me like I'm Uncle Luke
Don't stop pop that p***y
Had to slop the top off it's just a roof uh
Don't stop pop that p***y
She said Where we goin' I said The moon
Don't stop pop that p***y
We ain't even make it to the room
She thought it was the ocean it's just the pool
Now I got her open it's just the Goose
Who put this s**t together I'm the glue
Drake Uncle Luke/Swae Lee：
D d d don't stop
Back in high school I used to bus it to the dance
Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands
Back in high school I used to bus it to the dance
Someone said
Back in high school I used to bus it to the dance
Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands
Back in high school I used to bus it to the dance
Someone said
Drake/Travis Scott：
She's in love with who I am
Back in high school I used to bus it to the dance Yeah
Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands
I did half a Xan 13 hours 'til I land
Had me out like a light ayy yeah
Like a light ayy yeah
Drake/Travis Scott：
Like a light ayy
Slept through the flight ayy
Knocked for the night ayy 767 man
This s**t got double bedroom man
I still got scores to settle man
I crept down the block Down the block
Made a right Yeah
Cut the lights yeah paid the price yeah
N***as think it's sweet Nah never it's on sight yeah what
Nothin' nice yeah baguettes in my ice Aw man
Jesus Christ yeah checks over stripes yeah
That's what I like yeah that's what we like yeah
Lost my respect you not a threat
When I shoot my shot that s**t wetty like I'm Sheck b***h
See the shots that I took Ayy wet like I'm Book Ayy
Wet like I'm Lizzie
I be spinnin' Valley circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy yeah what
Like where is he yeah what
No one seen him yeah yeah
I'm tryna clean 'em yeah
Drake/Travis Scott：
She's in love with who I am
Back in high school I used to bus it to the dance
Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands Woo
I did half a Xan 13 hours 'til I land
Had me out like a light Like a light
Like a light Like a light
Like a light Like a light
Like a light
Travis Scott：
Yeah passed the dawgs a celly
Sendin' texts ain't sendin' kites yeah
He said Keep that on lock
I say You know this s**t it's stife yeah
It's absolute yeah yeah I'm back reboot It's lit
LaFerrari to Jamba Juice yeah Skrrt skrrt
We back on the road they jumpin' off no parachute yeah
Shawty in the back
She said she workin' on her glutes yeah oh my God
Ain't by the book yeah this how it look yeah
'Bout a check yeah Check just check the foots yeah
Pass this to my daughter I'ma show her what it took yeah
Baby mama cover Forbes got these other B*****s shook
Yeah